After a botched attempt to go into Boston this past weekend to meet up with Emily (hereafter "One Eye"), I managed to get up there on Tuesday afternoon for some 3rd of July fun with Jojo. We met up with Kait and headed to One Eye's for pizza à la Ian and met a couple of his peeps from Hobart. We sang, we drank, we yelled, we exchanged outrageous stories, and we laughed at inappropriate moments and politically incorrect things. I contacted Heathbar to see if she wanted to meet up and she responded with the overwhelming enthusiasm that only she could express and I love.
Unfortunately, we couldn't catch up with the Heathbar, as it's remarkably hard to get a group of inebriated 20-somethings to mobilize efficiently. We were on opposite ends of the city and I couldn't convince anyone to go to Cambridge or even Downtown. Some other time... when I give her more than an hour's warning. And next time, I'll come armed with a mix cd.
Other than that missed opportunity, a good time was had by all. I had to leave Boston relatively early for Jojo's sake... but it was probably a reasonable choice in hindsight since I was exhausted. That is to say, when I got home around 12:30 in the afternoon, I wanted to stay up for the sake of my normal sleep pattern, so I made a double shot latte... but fell asleep 15 minutes after drinking it. Caffeinated sleep: the most efficient sleep ever.
A couple of weird moments have occurred over the past few days. The first: Joj was driving us around downtown Providence and I got a whiff of sewage and exhaust... and I immediately thought of Florence! It sounds rather gross, but I was completely there for a second. The second moment: while wandering around downtown Boston, I sighed so heavily I drew stares... as I had an overwhelmingly sad and sentimental yearning (yes– yearning!), to see my Austin Bufas. It's been so long. And I'm withering.
But this is good- I have renewed determination. I'm going to get a job. So I can see my Austin Bufas.